Lindsey looked at the bench incredulously then back up at the angel. "Really?" He asked, unable to believe Gabriel came up with this. "You're asking me to sit? After that?"

He was so thoroughly fucked that he could barely keep his own two feet, what made the angel think that it was a good idea for that sore behind of his to sit on a marble bench right now? As good an intention it was, that wasn't the smartest idea.